He groans softly. “You have no idea. The position of secretary is yours, as for other positions … we can discuss those as we get to know each other better. Come along.”
I nearly stumble in my heels, still reeling. Was this an interview or a first date? And why am I suddenly hoping it’s both wrapped up into one?
“Would you like a hand?” Mr. Langston asks as he stabilizes me.
“I can walk on my own,” I assure him. “I’m very experienced in heels.”
“No need to add that last bit. I know an experienced and strong woman when I see one. I also know that the strongest women deserve the most pampering.” His voice goes husky. “What do you think about that?”
“I think men in positions of power tend to like to carry control throughout their life and bend people to their will in and out of the office.”
“Good choice of words. I have been thinking about control and … and similar topics since you walked in.” His hand hovers near my lower back, not touching me, but I still feel the warmth of his palm.
I’m also embarrassingly wet. Reading into every one of his comments is doing that to me. I take a shuddering breath as we approach an office. “Mr. Langston …”
“Miles. Please.” He insists. “My name is a mouthful.”
“I’m sure you are.”
He arches an eyebrow and I clear my throat. “I don’t mind.”
“So you can handle a mouthful. Good to know, Bella.”
Okay, that one was blatant. Just like his eyes dipping to my breasts again and the corner of his mouth slightly tipping up. What happened to the version of me that would demand professionalism and want this job based on merit, not looks or … sex appeal?
Instead, all his flirting and comments just make me eager, make me remember how long it’s been since I’ve been fucked properly. And I’m already wondering if my visits to his office, which I’m sure will be daily, are only going to be about handing him folders or if it will involve me getting to find out if he really is a mouthful.
I lick my bottom lip andMilesnods. “You are going to be wonderful.”
“For the office?”
“Of course.” But that sly smile promises more. ‘The office, the partners, whatever you’d prefer, Bella. You’re not the only one that aims to please.”
My breath catches in my throat as his fingers brush the top of my skirt. I realize I’m leaning into his touch when he opens a door. What kind of magic is this man made of?
BELLA
Of course, the surprises don’t stop with Miles. He’s gorgeous, big, radiates a dominant, confident energy that drives me insane and makes me all kinds of hot and bothered. I’m drawn to him which should be a huge red flag considering he’s my boss as of right now.
But then he opens the door and two gorgeous guys are sitting there. It takes effort to keep my jaw from dropping. What kind of female-fantasy lab were they made in? And how do I get a personal week-long tour?
“This is Gunner Henderson and Matthew Thomas,” Miles introduces, stepping so close I can smell him.
He smells spicy but fresh. A mix of things that shouldn’t work together. Warm and woodsy with a pepper edge, but with slight floral scents that soften it. Control with an edge of danger. It’s mouthwatering. My eyes flick to him, drinking in his strength before focusing again on the two men in front of us.
I take a step into the office and lose all sense of where I am immediately. Gunner stands, his dirty blonde hair sliding around his cheeks leading me to his tempting lips. But his blue eyes steal the show. Dark and entrancing like the ocean. When he offers me a hand, I realize that his arms are huge. I don’t know how he’s not hulk ripping through his shirt.
His other hand has a glass of liquor with one of those circular ice cubes in it. When he releases my hand, he gives me a teasing smile, then adjusts the top of his pants, drawing my eyes down to where he’s obviously hardening.
I clear my throat and make myself look away. Drool-worthy. That’s the word for Mr. Henderson. And I have to call him that to remind myself I can’t actually pounce on him right here and now.
As if my nerves haven’t already suffered enough, when I face Mr. Thomas, I feel my lips actually part. He’s gorgeous. Rich caramel hair that lightens as it gets closer to his scalp. Warm whiskey eyes and holy shit. He’s so tall and big, but not thick. Not like Mr. Langston. His arms are so long, I think he could drag me against him even with the space between us. He wears his suit like a model.
He smiles kindly and I swear, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My body hasneverreacted to anyone like this. A pleasant hum spreads across my skin as he clutches my hand.
“A pleasure to meet you.”
And his voice has me drunk. Holy fu-